Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.